Hey joon joons,
TOMORROW IS FRIDAY!
And despite the fact that I’m freezing balls here – I can’t wait for the freakin weekend so I can spend the weekend under 100+ blankets. Granted, it’s the “Pro-Life Rally” tomorrow, which means I’ll have to avoid eye contact with everyone and ignore the horrifying pictures of dead fetuses – while I believe in the freedom of speech … I still believe in the freedom of choice. BUT it’s still going to be Friday so I’ll keep my complaints to a minimum.
ANYWAY – I decided to bring the conversation back to sex tonight because in my opinion…
If you’re having it, then you should talk about it.
Okay maybe that’s a bit extreme.
As the story always goes – I met a guy… we liked each other and we eventually, had sex. Done.
But this time was quite different than any other time – and let me try to explain… as with a lot of my sexual (and dating) experiences, I call the shots. I tell them when I’m going to go on top, when they’re on top, where to put their hands, and more.
I’m quite the micro-manager in all aspects of my life.
Especially with my dating history, it’s always me directing – or letting them know what I like… or at least, that’s what it feels like.